Black Morass frostbite

He waited with bated breath to hear if the wolf had a home nearby. He was on the lookout for Burke still, but perhaps it would be better to find a place where they could rest first. They could regain their strength, and perhaps these wolves would know about Burke too. Ramsay came over and extended a short greeting to the other wolf, though it held little warmth in it.

Cicero's head canted as he asked, tone neutral though face knitted into a pleading frown, "Can Cicero — can I... and my two sons rest at your pack? We are travellers but the storm and road has weakened us." Judging by Cicero's appearance — still many wounds littered his face and body, and many had clotted blood upon them still, the less severe ones that Maegi had not got to clean — it was not just storm and cold that bothered them, but he did not speak of it. It would be evident enough that they needed shelter and food.